She
prowls
The Leopard
of our dreams
Guardian
of our realm.
Such
elegance belongs - to such creatures from the songs …
The Ghost
and the Darkness.
Black
Angel of perfection
In truth
upon reflection …
If you
could talk - what words would you be saying now?!
And we’d
look upon your heart-shaped face and shadow walk of candle grace …
Stroke
the softest downy fur, lush with chirp and vibrant purr …
Beyond
the words, our tears join streams and rivers,
Rushing,
babbling to the shore
Where we
will see you play no more.
But still
the sun shines on that weekend feel
As we
remember seven hundred - for real.
And if
time appeared and told me he was taking a rest
And I
knew that his word was true …
I would
gladly trade my soul to him
For one
more Saturday with you.
She
growls
Mint - Imperial
– Queen of Sounds
Shelter
from the storm.
From heart
and hearth and home - to the melancholy tone …
Of silence
in the house.
Unspeakably
alone
As quiet
as a mouse …
And you really
could talk – the chimes of life are playing now!
And the
world can feel the purist score and black-sheen pad of velvet claw …
And your
mystical allure, brushed with trill and myrrh…
Beyond
the rains, our sorrows carved in stone and verse,
Replenished
by demise and births
And death
he toils, no life rehearsed.
But still
the moon’s high on a Saturday night
And if we
close our eyes we can feel your bite.
And if a
genie appeared and said “Your wish is my command”
And I was
sure he knew what to do …
No doubt
in my mind what my wish would be
One more
Saturday with you.
In Memory of my beloved black girl
– Mint Caracal
– Studio Cat & Sister to Ocelot Fang
You are still sooo missed … yet to have been lucky enough to
have been your parent fills me with joy.
For a creature sooo loved - so appropriate that you should choose the day of love to move on!
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| MINT CARACAL - STUDIO CAT |
